"Merlin," Arthur groaned, "I wanna sit down." Merlin rolled his eyes. They'd gone out hunting without the horses, because of the boggy areas caused by some heavy rainfall. Now, Arthur was complaining about his legs aching.
"Just a little while longer, Arthur," Merlin called back. He looked down a long, thin path and grinned. That would shut him up. "Let's go this way."
Why?" Arthur asked, as if he were a two year-old.
"Because the grass is flat," Merlin said in his best 'matter-of-fact' voice. "Animals have been down here recently."
"Fine," Arthur mumbled. He scuffed his feet as he walked.
Merlin smiled. Peace and quiet.
"Oooow!" came a yell. "Merlin!" Merlin stopped.
"What?" he growled. Arthur sniffed.
"I got stung," he whined, "By a stinging nettle."
"For heaven's sake!" Merlin yelled.
"I HATE stinging nettles!" Arthur kicked a bush. "Ooooow! Merlin!"
"NOW WHAT?!"
"The thorn bush BIT me!"
"I give up."